The Memories Sitting Under My Desk Right Now

A little Victoria’s Secret box that my high school girl crush gave to me is now sitting under my desk and it is full of memories of you.

Ironic, isn’t it?

Little dust bunnies are hopping around this valley of highs.

I don’t pull it out as often as I used to.

I think that’s a good sign.

There’s a picture of us in there though that I swear could have been taken when we were together.

Dating, I mean.

Of course we were together.

There’s also a picture of us I have framed sitting on top of my desk.

It’s special, I guess.

I closed the box of memories, along with the door I so often open to let you in.

I knocked over the picture frame, and left it there.